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Lee Washington 



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WASHINGTON 

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THf ' I'B'nA'HY OF 

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FEB. 18 ^902 

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Copyright, 1901, by 
The Neale Publishing Company 



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TO 

EMMA SAWYER MILLER 

THIS VOLUME IS DEDICATED 

BY THE AUTHOR. 



This collection of poems is gathered mainly from 

magazines and newspapers, therefore it has not been 

possible in every instance to ascertain the title and 

the name of the writer. 

L. w. 



Contents 



A Woman^s Prayer 26 

Abiding 38 

Alone, yet not Alone 21 

Angels 50 

As you go Through Life 33 

At Prayer Meeting 17 

Auld Lang Syne 74 

Be Careful . , 61 

" Be still, my soul ! — the Lord is on thy side " . . 45 

Bear On 19 

''But still with honest purpose toil ive on^^ .... 52 

" Calmly resting in the knoivledge" 56 

' ' Calmly we look behind us" 69 

Charity 76 

Child's Prayer 70 

Comfort for All 28 

Consecration 34 

Dawn 68 

" Discouraged in the work of life " 50 

Dominion 49 

Eternal Gain 75 

"Faint not nor fear" 59 

Faith, Not Feeling 20 

For Love's Sake 36 

God's Kin 72 

Good Cheer 33 

He Leads Us 61 



Heaven 46 

Heavenly Peace 41 

Hope 73 

In June 53 

"7 ^ve many a cross to take up now" 16 

Just a Kind Word 21 

" Learn to Labor and to Wait " 45 

" Leave God to order all thy ivays " 17 

Leave it with Him 13 

Let Something Good be Said 27 

" Like a river glorious " 24 

''Lovest Thou Me!'' 58 

" May light to guide us every hour " 63 

Mizpah 24 

My Prayer 64 

Nearer to Thee 40 

New Year's Hymn 42 

" 0, empty us of self, the world, and siii " .... 73 

" 0, happy those who trust the Lord " 62 

" 0, Lord, how happy should ive be" 76 

Oh, Be Not the First ! 65 

" Only thy restless heart keep still " 28 

Ora et Labora 68 

Our Own 43 

'^Rejoice in the Lord, He is tenderly leading" ... 66 

Resting Places 56 

Secret of a Happy Day 31 

Simplicity 58 

Sometime 38 

"Stilled now be every anxious care" 72 

Take Heart 67 

That Sweet Story 54 

The AngeVs Song 29 

The Changed Cross 59 

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The Pillar of the Cloud 29 

The Poppy-Land Limited Express 71 

The Presence of God 37 

The Secret 52 

The Sowers . 22 

The Voice from Galilee 60 

Thou Art the Way 42 

" Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers " . . 72 

To my Little Friend 13 

To-Bay 63 

Verses from the Eighty-sixth Psalm 22 

Walking with God 55 

Was that Somebody You 46 

" We know not what the path may be" 35 

What Silences we Keep 16 

Whatever is, is Best 51 

" When we can not see the way " 56 

Where Christ our Lord Abideth 15 

Worth While 48 



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Leaves of a Scrap-Book 

To My Little Friend 

Every bud contains a flower, 
Many perish before they bloom ; 
Many bloom and fade away, 
As childhood pleasures of to-day. 

Sacred truths these precepts teach, 
And blessed the heart they timely reach 
Who seek the Saviour in early youth, 
Yielding up life, to God and truth ; 
Earth is not our abiding place, 
Religion teaches Christ is love and love is Grace. 

— J. B. Price. 



Leave It with Hi 



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Yes, leave it with Him, 
The lilies all do ; 

And they grow. 
They grow in the rain. 
And they grow in the dew, 
Yes they grow. 
They grow in the darkness all hid in the night, 
They grow in the sunshine revealed by the light ; 
Still they grow. 

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They ask not your planting, 
They need not your care, 

As they grow. 
Dropped down in the valley, 
The field — anywhere, 
There they grow. 
They grow in their beauty arrayed in pure white, 
They grow clothed in glory by heaven's own light, 
Sweetly grow. 

The grasses are clothed 
And the ravens are fed 
From His store. 
But you who are loved. 
And guarded and led, 
How much more 
Will He clothe you and feed you and give you His care 
Then leave it with Him ; He has everywhere 
Ample store. 

Yes, leave it with Him. 

You 're more dear to His heart, 

You will know, 
Than the lilies that bloom, 
Or the flowers that start 
'Neath the snow. 
Whatever you need, if you ask it in prayer. 
You can leave it with Him, for you are His care ; 
You, you know. 

— Selected. 



The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. 

— Ps. 23 : 1. 
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Where Christ our Lord Abideth 

Where Christ our Lord abideth 

We know no thought of care. 
With heavenly might environed 

There is no sense of fear. 
In His sweet presence serving, 

And toiling by His light, 
We keep the path of promise — 

The triumph of the right. 

There is no wisdom other 

Than His to govern man. 
There is no wealth or treasure 

His love doth not contain. 
And by the sure dominion 

Of love that worketh good. 
He giveth rest and plenty 

To the tired multitude. 

king, O priest, captain. 

How long will lust or power 
Hide from our eyes the kingdom 

That is coming hour by hour, 
In which the tender Spirit 

Of Christ the Conqueror 
Shall make of all men brothers 

And none the slaves of war. 

— John Franklin Crowell. 



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I 'vE many a cross to take up now, 

And many left behind ; 
But present troubles move me not, 

Nor shake my quiet mind. 
And what may be to-morrow's cross 

I never seek to find ; 
My Father says, " Leave that to me. 

And keep a quiet mind." 

— Selected. 



In returning and rest ye shall be saved ; in quietness 
and confidence shall be your strength. 

— Isa. 30:15 



What Silences We Keep 

What silences we keep, year after year, 
With those who are most near to us and dear ! 
We live beside each other day by day. 
And speak of myriad things, but seldom say 
The full, sweet word that lies, just in our reach, 
Beneath the commonplace of common speech. 

Then out of sight and out of reach they go — 
These close, familiar friends who loved us so ; 
And sitting in the shadow they have left. 
Alone with loneliness and sore bereft. 
We think with vain regret of some kind word 
That once we might have said, and they have heard . 

— Selected. 
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Lkave God to order all thy waj'S, 
And hope in Him whate'er betide, 

Thou 'It find Him in the evil days 
Thy all-sufficient strength and guide : 

Who trusts in God's unchanging love 
Builds on the rock that nought can move 
— G. Neumarck. 



Let not your heart be troubled. 

— John 14:1. 



At Prayer- Meeting 

There were only two or three of us 

Who came to the place of prayer, 
Came in the teeth of a driving storm ; 

But for that we did not care, 
Since after our hymns of praise had risen, 

And our earnest prayers were said, 
The Master Himself was present there, 

And gave us the living bread. 

We know His look on our leader's face. 

So rapt and glad and free ; 
AVe felt His touch when our heads were bowed, 

We heard His " Come to Me." 
Nobody saw Him lift the latch, 

And none unbarred the door ; 
But " peace " was His token to every heart, 

And how could we ask for more ? 

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Each of us felt the load of sin 

From the weary shoulder fall ; 
Eacli of us dropped the load of care, 

And the grief that was like a pall ; 
And over our spirits a blessed calm 

Swept in from the jasper sea, 
And strength was ours for toil and strife 

In the days that were thence to be. 

It was only a handful gathered in 

To the little place of prayer ; 
Outside were struggling and pain and sin. 

But the Lord Himself was there : 
He came to redeem the pledge He gave — 

Wherever His loved ones be 
To stand Himself in the midst of them, 

Though they count but two or three. 

And forth we fared in the bitter rain. 

And our hearts had grown so warm 
It seemed like the pelting of summer flowers 

And not the crash of storm ; 
" *T was a time of the dearest privilege 

Of the Lord's right hand," we said, 
As we thought how Jesus Himself had come 

To feed us with living bread. 

— Margaret E. Sangster. 



Hold thy peace, and I shall teach thee wisdom. 

— Job 33 : 33. 



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Bear On 

Oh, never from thy tempted heart 
Let thine integrity depart ! 
When Disappointment fills thy cup, 
Undaunted, nobly drink it up ; 
Truth will prevail, and Justice show 
Her tardy honors, sure though slow. 
Bear on ! Our life is not a dream, 
Though often such its mazes seem ; 
We were not born for lives of ease, 
Ourselves alone to aid and please. 
To each a daily task is given, 
A labor which shall fit for heaven ; 
When Duty calls let love grow warm. 
Amid the sunshine and the storm ; 
With Faith life's trials boldly breast. 
And come a conqueror to thy rest — 

Bear on ! 
— St. Anthony's Monthly. 



Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith 

Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again 

with the yoke of bondage. 

— Gal. 5 : 1 



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Faith, Not Feeling 

Faith, not feeling, Lord, we want. 
Faith to take Thee at Thy word ; 

Thou wilt do as Thou hast said. 
Thou hast our petitions heard. 

God hast promised ! Shall we doubt. 

Just because our finite ken 
Can not grasp the wondrous depth 

Of His love to sinful men ? 

Blest that widow's simple faith, 
Who men of God sustained ; 

Neither oil nor meal were spent 
Till the Lord from Heaven rained. 

Had she waited first to see 
If God's promises were true, 

Doubtless she had lost her son, 
And her daily portion, too. 

But she straightway went and did 
As the Prophet to her said ; 

So the Lord His word fulfilled. 
And He gave her daily bread. 

Let us simply trust His word ; 

We shall find Him ever true ; 
This be each day's firm resolve — 

What He bids us, will we do. 

— Cevilia Havergal. 



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" Alone, Yet Not Alone " 

When no kind earthly friend is near, 
With gentle words my heart to cheer, 
Still am I with my Saviour dear, 
"Alone, yet not alone." 

'T is on His strength that I rely, 
And doubts and fears at once defy, 
So happy, so content am I, 
"Alone, yet not alone." 

— Selected. 



And let us not be weary in well doing : for in due 

season we shall reap, if we faint not. 

— Gal. 6 : 9. 



Just a Kind Word 

Only a pleasant word a stranger spoke to me, 
Just one kind word along the path of life, 

So brightened up the day that I forgot the night ; 
A ray of hope appeared 'mid toil and strife. 

One word, a lifting word, had reached me where I fell, 
O'erburdened with life's struggles, cares and woe ; 

It spake, — the vital spark that dormant lay within ; 
I then took up the task, true life to know. 

Pausing oft and musing, I see the years gone by, — 
The dark days, the gloomy hours, are all forgot ; 
A momentary glance reveals much thanks in me, 
I feel, " God bless the giver of that thought." 

— Richard J. Hicks. 
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Verses from the Eighty-sixth Psalm 

Bow down Thine ear, Lord, 
And hear m}'' humble prayer ; 

I poor and needy am. 
And ever need Thy care. 

Preserve me from all fear 

Of any seeming foe ; 
That Thou, God, art ever near. 

Thy mercies daily show. 

Teach me Thy way to know, 

That I may walk therein. 
Unite my heart and voice in praise — 

Forsaking every sin. 

I '11 praise Thee, O my God, 
AVith all my heart and voice ; 

And ever glorify Thy name 
And in Thy Love rejoice. 

— G. P. Nicolai. 



The Sowers 

In the morning sow thy seed, 
nor stay thy hand 

at evening hour, 

Never asking which shall prosper — 

Both may yield thee fruit and flower ; 

Thou shalt reap of that thou sowest ; 
though thy gain 

be small and bare, 

God shall clothe it as He pleases, 

for the harvest full and fair. 

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Though it sink in turbid waters, 

hidden from thy yearning sight. 
It shall spring in strength 

and beauty, ripening in celestial light ; 
Ever springing, ever ripening ; — 

not alone in earthly soil. 
Not alone among the shadows, 

where the weary 

workers toil. 

Gracious first-fruits there 

may meet thee of the 

reaping-time begun ; 
But upon the Hill of Zion, 

'neath the Uncreated Sun, 
First the fulness of the blessing 

shall the faithful laborer see, 
Gathering fruit to life eternal, 

harvest of eternity. 

Let us watch awhile the sowers, 

let us mark their tiny grain, 
Scattered oft in doubt 

and trembling, 

sown in weakness or in pain ; 
Then let Faith, with radiant finger, 

lift the veil from unseen things, 
Where the golden sheaves 
are bending and 

the harvest anthem rings. 
— F. R. HavergaL 



My people shall dwell in quiet resting placee. 

— Isa. 32 : 18. 



Like a river glorious 

Is God's perfect peace, 
Over all victorious 

In its bright increase. 
Perfect — yet it floweth 

Fuller every day ; 
Perfect — yet it groweth 

Deeper all the way. 

— Havergal. 



In Thy presence is fulness of joy. 
— Ps. 16 



Mizpah 



Go THOU thy way, and I go mine — 

Apart, yet not afar ; 
Only a thin veil hangs between 

The pathways where we are ; 
And God keep watch 'tween thee and me, 

This is my prayer. 
He looks thy way. He looketh mine, 

And keeps us near. 

I know not where thy road may lie, 

Or which way mine will be ; 
If mine will lead through parching sands, 

And thine beside the sea ; 
Yet God keeps watch 'tween thee and me, 

So never fear — 
He holds thy hand, He claspeth mine. 

And keeps us near. 
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Should wealth and fame perchance be thine, 

And my lot lowly be, 
Or you be sad and sorrowful, 

And glory be for me, 
Yet God keeps watch 'tween thee and me, 

Both be His care — 
One arm 'round thee and one 'round me 

Will keep us near. 

I sigh sometimes to see thy face, 

But since this may not be, 
I '11 leave thee to the care of Him 

Who cares for thee and me ; 
" I '11 keep thee both beneath my wings," 

This comforts, dear, 
One wing o'er thee and one o'er me. 

So we are near. 

And though our paths be separate, 

And thy way is not mine ; 
Yet, coming to the Mercy-seat, 

My soul will meet with thine. 
And God keep watch 'tween thee and me, 

I '11 whisper there, 

He blesseth thee, He blesseth me, 

And we are near. 

— Julia A. Baker. 



Fear thou not ; for I am with thee : be not dis- 
mayed ; for I am thy C}od. 

— Isa. 41 : 10. 



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A Woman's Prayer 

O Lord, who knowest every need of mine, 
Help me to bear each cross, and not repine ; 
Grant nie fresh courage every day, 
Help me to do my work alway 
Without complaint ! 

O Lord, Thou knowest well how dark the way, 
Guide Thou my footsteps lest they stray; 
Give me fresh faith for every hour. 
Lest I should ever doubt Thy power 
And make complaint ! 

Give me a heart, Lord, strong to endure, 
Help me to keep it simple, pure ; 
Make me unselfish, helpful, true. 
In every act, whate'er I do, 
And keep content ! 

Help me to do my woman's share, 
Make me courageous, strong to bear 
Sunshine or shadow in my life ; 
Sustain me in the daily strife 
To keep content ! 

— Anna B. Baldwin. 



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Let Something Good be Said 

When over the fair fame of friend or foe 
The shadow of disgrace shall fall, instead 

Of words of blame, or proof of thus and so, 
Let something good be said. 

Forget not that no fellow-being yet 
May fall so low but love may lift his head ; 

Even the cheek of shame with tears is wet, 
If something good be said. 

No generous heart may vainly turn aside 
In ways of sympathy, no soul so dead 

But may awaken strong and glorified, 
If something good be said. 

And so I charge ye, by the thorny crown, 
And by the cross on which the Saviour bled. 

And by your own soul's hope of fair renown. 
Let something good be said. 

— James Whitcomb Riley. 



Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called 

the children of God. 

— Matthew 5 : 9. 



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Comfort for All 

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough 
Without your woes. No path is wholly rough ; 
Look for the places that are smooth and clear, 
And speak of those to rest the weary ear 
Of earth, so hurt by one continuous strain 
Of human discontent and grief and pain. 

Talk faith. The world is better off without 
Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt. 
If you have faith in God, or man, or self. 
Say so ; if not, push back upon the shelf 
Of silence all your thoughts till faith shall come. 
No one will grieve because your lips are dumb. 

Talk health. The dreary, never-changing tale 
Of fatal maladies is worn and stale. 
You can not charm, or interest or please. 
By harping on that minor-chord, disease. 
Say you are well, or all is well with you, 
And God will hear your words and make them true. 

— Selected. 

Only thy restless heart keep still 
And wait in cheerful hope, content 

To take whate'er His gracious will, 
His all-discerning love hath sent ; 

Nor doubt our inmost wants are known 

To Him who chose us for His own. 

— G. Neumarck. 

All things work together for good to them that 

love God. 

— Rom. 8:28. 

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The Pillar of the Cloud 

Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,. 

Lead Thou me on ; 
The night is dark, and I am far from home. 

Lead Thou me on. 
Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
The distant scene ; one step enough for me. 

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou 
Shouldst lead me on ; 

I loved to choose and see my path ; but now- 
Lead Thou me on. 

I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears. 

Pride ruled my will : remember not past years. 

So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still 

Will lead me on 
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 

The night is gone. 
And wdth the morn those angel faces smile, 
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. 

— Newman. 

The Angels' Song 

It came upon the midnight clear. 

That glorious song of old, 
From angels bending near the earth 

To touch their harps of gold ; 
Peace on the earth, good-will to men. 

From heaven's all-gracious King ; 
The world in solemn stillness lay 

To hear the angels sing. 

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still through the cloven skies they come, 

With peaceful wings unfurl'd ; 
And still their heavenly music floats 

O'er all the weary world : 
Above its sad and lowly plains 

They bend on hovering wing. 
And ever o'er its Babel sounds 

The blessed angels sing. 

O ye beneath life's crushing load, 

Whose forms are bending low. 
Who toil along the climbing way 

With painful steps and slow ! 
Look now, for glad and golden hours 

Come swiftly on the wing : 
rest beside the weary road 

And hear the angels sing. 

For lo, the days are hastening on. 

By prophets seen of old, 
When with the ever-circling years 

Shall come the time foretold. 
When the new heaven and earth shall own 

The Prince of Peace their King, 
And the whole world send back the song 

Which now the angels sing. 

— E. H. Sears. 



Abhor that which is evil : cleave to that which is 
good. 

— Rom. 12 : 9 



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Secret of a Happy Day 

Just to let thy Father do 

What He will ; 
Just to know that He is true, 

And be still ; 
Just to follow, hour by hour. 

As He leadeth ; 
Just to draw the moment's power 

As it needeth ; 
Just to trust Him, this is all ! 

Then the day will surely be 
Peaceful, whatsoe'er befall, 

Bright and blessed, calm and free. 



Just to ask Him what to do 

All the day. 
And to make you quick and tnie 

To obey ; 
Just to know the needed grace 

He bestoweth 
Every bar of time and place 

Overfloweth ; 
Just to take thy orders straight 

From the Master's own command ; 
Blessed day, when thus we wait 
Always at our Saviour's hand I 

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Just to leave in His dear hand, 

Little things — 
All we can not understand, 

All that stings ; 
Just to let Him take the care 

Sorely pressing, 
Finding all we let Him bear 

Changed to blessing ; 
This is all ! and yet the way 

Marked by Him who loves thee best 
Secret of a happy day, 
Secret of his promised rest. 

Just to recollect His love, 

Always true. 
Always shining from above. 

Always new ; 
Just to recognize its light, 

All-enfolding ; 
Just to claim its present might. 

All-upholding ; 
Just to know it as thine own. 

That no power can take away — 
Is this not enough alone 

For the gladness of the day ? 

— Frances Ridley Havergal. 



He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. 

— Ps. 84 : 11. 



I WILL bless the Lord at all times : His praise shall 

continually be in my mouth. 

— Ps. 34 : 1. 

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Good Cheer 

Have you had a kindness shown ? 

Pass it on. 
'T was not given for you alone — 

Pass it on. 
Let it travel down the years, 
Let it wipe another's tears, 
Till in heaven the deed appears — 

Pass it on. 

— The Ladies' Home JournaL 



The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble; 
and He knoweth them that trust in Him. 

— Nahum 1 : 7. 

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and 

they follow me. 

— John 10:27. 



As You go Through Life 

Don't look for the flaws as you go through life; 

And even if you should find them, 
It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind, 

And look for the virtue behind them ; 
For the cloudiest night has a hint of light 

Somewhere in its shadows hiding ; 
It is better by far to hunt for a star 

Than for spots on the sun abiding. 

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The current of life runs ever away 

To the bosom of God's great ocean. 
Don't set your force 'gainst the river's course 

And think to alter its motion. 
Don't waste a curse on the universe — 

Remember it lived before you. 
Don't butt at the storm with your puny form — 

But bend and let it go o'er you. 

The world will never adjust itself 

To suit your whims to the letter. 
Some things must go wrong your whole life long, 

And the sooner you know it the better. 
It is folly to fight with the infinite, 

And go under at last in the wrestle ; 
The wise man shapes into God's good plan 

As the water shapes into a vessel. 

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 



Consecration 

Laid on Thy altar, my Lord divine, 

Accept my gift this day for Jesus' sake. 
I have no jewels to adorn Thy shrine, 

Nor any world-fame sacrifice to make, 
But here I bring within my trembling hand 

This will of mine — a thing that seemeth small ■ 
And only Thou, dear Lord, canst understand 

How, when I yield Thee this, I yield my all. 
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Hidden therein Thy searching eye can see 

Struggles of passion, visions of delight — 
All that I love, or am, or fain would be, 

Deep loves, fond hopes, and longing infinite. 
It has been wet with tears and dimmed with sighs, 

Clinched in my grasp till beauty it had none. 
Now from Thy footstool, where it vanquished lies, 

The prayer ascendeth : May Thy will be done. 

Take it, Father, ere my courage fail, 

And merge it so in Thine own will that e'en 
If in some desperate hour my cry prevail 

And Thou give back my gift, it may have been 
So changed, so purified, so fair have grown, — 

So one with Thee, — so filled with peace divine, 
I may not know or feel it as my own. 

But gaining back my will, may find it Thine. 
—Christian Science Journal. 



We know not what the path may be, 

As yet by us untrod ; 
But we can trust our all to Thee, 

Our Father and our God. 

— William J. Irons. 



Take my yoke upon you and learn of me, and ye 
shall find rest unto your souls. 

— Matt. 2:29. 



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For Love's Sake 

This season brings to many, 

Love-tokens true, and fond : 
Small links, perchance they may be, 

In friendship's sacred bond. 
But strong to bind together 

The heart of friend to friend. 
Yea, more than this, they sometimes 

Love's chain, if broken, mend. 

For Love's-sakes, then, I send thee 

This little book to-day, 
That it may softly whisper 

The words that I would say. 
*' Forget me not," the message 

It first to thee doth bear. 
For often to the Father 

For thee I breathe a prayer. 

That thou in His safe keeping 

May now and ever be. 
That naught which might be harmful 

May happen unto thee. 
That fair may be thy future 

And gloriously bright, 
Because a heavenly radiance 

Doth deck thy path with light. 



I ask that all thy doings 

Be owned of God, and blest, 
And that His pleasure holy 

May be thy constant rest, 
Whatever thou doth cherish ; 

That it thy care reward. 
And that thy whole life-garden 

Be tended by the Lord. 

And also I am asking 

That flowers adorn thy way. 
And that their choicest fragrance 

May cheer thy heart to-day ; 
This, then, the prayerful message 

For Love's-sake now I send ; 
In Jesu's name I plead it, 

Our never-failing Friend. 

— Charlotte Murray. 

I HAVE remembrance of thee in my prayer. 

— 2 Tim. 1 : 3. 

The Presence of God 

Not alone through the desert waste. 
With staff in hand, we go in haste ; 
The presence of man may not be found ; 
The presence of God is all around. 

I can not see Him, but day by day 
He goeth before me on the way. 
To seek for me wherever I 'm sent, 
A place whereon I may pitch my tent. 

— Anna Warner. 
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Abiding 

Abide with me ! Fast breaks the morning Light, 
Our day-star rises, banishing all night ; 
Thou art our strength, Truth that maketh free ! 
We would unfailingly abide in Thee. 

I know no fear ; with Thee at hand to bless 
Sin hath no power and life no wretchedness ; 
Health, hope, and love in all around I see 
For those who trustingly abide in Thee. 

I know Thy presence every passing hour, 
I know Thy peace, for Thou alone art power ; 

Love Divine — abiding constantly — 

1 need not plead, Thou dost abide with me. 

— Bertha Woods. 

Sometime 

Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned. 

And sun and stars forever more have set. 
The things which our weak judgments here have spurned, 

The things o'er which we grieved with lashes wet. 
Will flash before us, out of life's dark night. 

As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue ; 
And we shall see how all God's plans are right, 

And how what seemed reproof was love most true. 

And we shall see how, while we frown and sigh, 

God's plans go on as best for you and me ; 
How, when we called, He heeded not our cry. 

Because His wisdom to the end could see. 
And even as wise parents disallow 

Too much of sweet to craving babyhood, 
So God, perhaps, is keeping from us now 

Life's sweetest things 'cause it seemeth good. 

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And if, sometimes, commingled with life's wine, 

We find the wormwood, and rebel and shrink, 
Be sure a wiser hand than yours or mine 

Pours out this portion for our lips to drink. 
And if some friend we love is lying low. 

Where human kisses can not reach his face, 
do not blame the loving Father so. 

But wear your sorrow with obedient grace ! 

And you shall shortly know that lengthened breath 

Is not the sweetest gift God sends His friend. 
And that, sometimes, the sable pall of death 

Conceals the fairest boon His love can send. 
If we could push ajar the gates of life 

And stand within and all God's working see, 
We could interpret all this doubt and strife, 

And for each mystery could find a key ! 

But not to-day. Then be content, poor heart ! 

God's plans, like lilies pure and white, unfold. 
We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart — 

Time will reveal the calyxes of gold. 
And if, through patient toil, we reach the land 

Where tired feet, with sandals loosed, may rest. 
When we shall clearly see and understand, 

I think that we will say, " God knew the best ! " 
— May Riley Smith. 



God is a Spirit : and they that worship Him must 
worship Him in Spirit and in truth. 

— John 4 : 24. 



Nearer to Thee 

Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee, 
E'en though it be a cross 

That raiseth me ; 
Still all my song shall be 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee ! 

Though, like a wanderer. 

Weary and lone. 
Darkness comes over me, 

My rest a stone ; 
Yet in my dreams I 'd be 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee ! 

There let my way appear 

Steps unto heaven ; 
All that Thou sendest me 

In mercy given ; 
Angels to beckon me 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee ! 

Then, with m}'^ waking thoughts 
Bright with Thy praise, 

Out of my stony griefs 
Altars I '11 raise ; 

So by my woes to be 

Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
Nearer to Thee ! 



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Or, if on joyful wing, 

Cleaving the sky, 
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 

Upward I fly. 
Still all my song shall be 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee ! 

— Sarah Adams. 



If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye 
shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you. 

John 15 : 7. 



Heavenly Peace 

The shadows lengthen in the west, 
The night-wind croons a lullaby ; 

Upon the water's placid breast 
I drift beneath the star-lit sky. 

While o'er me steals a peaceful rest 
That fills my soul with ecstasy. 

The eternal, heavenly peace is here, 
I am not tied to earth's dull clod. 

But, freed from every mortal fear, 
Awaken and behold my Lord. 

I now can read my title clear. 
Through His sweet grace, — the child of God. 
— E. A. Emery. 

Seek those things which are above. 

— Col. 3 : 1. 
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Thou Art the Way 

Thou art the Way, to Thee alone 

From tfiii and death we flee ; 
And he who would the Father seek, 

Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee. 

Thou art the Truth, Thy word alone 

True wisdom can impart ; 
Thou only canst inform the mind 

And purify the heart. 

Thou art the Life, the rending tomb 
Proclaims Thy conquering arm, 

And those who put their trust in Thee 
Nor death nor hell shall harm. 

Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life, 

Grant us that way to know, 
That truth to keep, that life to win, 

Whose joys eternal flow. 

— Bishop G. W. Doane. 

For Thy name's sake lead me and guide me. 

— Psalm 31 : 3. 

New Year's Hymn 

Standing at the portal of the opening year, 
Words of comfort meet us, hushing every fear ; 
Spoken through the silence by our Father's voice, 
Tender, strong, and faithful, making us rejoice. 

Onward, then, and fear not, children of the day ! 

For His word shall never pass away. 

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I, the Lord, am with thee, be thou not afraid ! 
I will help and strengthen, be thou not dismayed! 
Yea, I will uphold thee with My own right hand ; 
Thou art called and chosen in My sight to stand. 

Onward, then, and fear not, children of the day ! 

For His word shall never pass away. 

For the year before us, oh, what rich supplies ! 
For the poor and needy, living streams shall rise ; 
For the sad and sinful, shall his grace abound ; 
For the faint and feeble, perfect strength be found. 

Onward, then, and fear not, children of the day ! 

For His word shall never pass away. 

He will never fail us. He will not forsake ; 
His eternal covenant He will never break. 
Resting on His promise, what have we to fear ? 
God is all-sufficient for the coming year. 

Onward, then, and fear not, children of the day ! 

For His word shall never pass away. 

— From the Christian Advocate. 



Our Own 

If I HAD known in the morning 
How wearily all the day 

The word unkind 

Would trouble my mind 
I said when you went away, 
I had been more careful, darling, 
Nor given you needless pain : 

But we vex " our own " 

With look and tone 
We may never take back again. 

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For though in the quiet evening 
You may give me the kiss of peace, 

Yet it might be 

That never for me 
The pain of the heart should cease. 
How many go forth in the morning 
That never come home at night, 

And hearts have broken 

For harsh words spoken 
That sorrow can ne'er set right. 

We have careful thoughts for the stranger, 
And smiles for the sometime guest : 
But oft for " our own " 
The bitter tone, 
Though we love " our own " the best. 
Ah, lips with the curve impatient ! 
Ah, brow with that look of scorn ! 
'T were a cruel fate 
Were the night too late 
To undo the work of morn. 

■ — Margaret E. Sangster. 



For he that will love life, and see good days, let 

him refrain his tongue from evil and his lips that they 

speak no guile. 

— 1 Peter 3 : 10. 



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" Learn to Labor and to Wait '* 

If we 're working, when we 're waiting, 

We are sure of a reward. 
Never fearing, never doubting, 

Trusting all to Christ our Lord. 

Clouds may lower, tempests shower 

Seeming evils on our head. 
But love, nearer and still dearer, 

Its heavenly radiance will shed. 

Courage, then, my sister, brother. 
Let us work and learn to wait. 

Malice hath no power to hinder, 
" Love must triumph over hate." 

Wisdom bids us handle serpents ; 

Each will change into a rod. 
Onward, upward, victory, victory ! 

" Now, are we the sons of God." 

— Mrs. Sarah W. Shephard. 



Be still my soul ! — the Lord is on thy side 
Bear patiently the cross of grief and pain ; 

Leave to thy God to order and provide, 
In every change He faithful will remain. 



He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most 
High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. 

— Ps. 91 : 1. 

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Was That Somebody You ? 

Somebody did a golden deed ; 

Somebody proved a friend in need ; 

Somebody sang a beautiful song ; 

Somebody smiled the whole day long ; 

Somebody thought, " 'T is sweet to live"; 

Somebody said, " I 'm glad to give "; 

Somebody fought a valiant fight ; 

Somebody lived to shield the right. 

Was that somebody you ? 

— Selected. 



Heaven 

Say ! what is heaven ? that land on high, 
Beyond the bright and star-lit sky ; 
They tell me of its streets so fair, 
Its crystal streams beyond compare ; 
Where angels dwell in realms of light, 
Clad in their garments, spotless white ; 
Where pain and sorrow ever cease ; — 
If this be heaven, then heaven is peace. 

Say ! what is heaven ? that land on high, 
Beyond the beauteous, sun-lit sky ; 
Where parting never more shall be, 
When we have crossed the narrow sea ; 
And casting down each toil and care, 
We find a blessed welcome there ; 
Where pleasure is without alloy ; — 
If this is heaven, then heaven is joy. 
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Say ! what is heaven ? that distant land, 
Where dwell the sainted, holy band. 
Who, suflfering toil and trouble here. 
With many a heartache, many a tear, 
Have gladly laid their crosses down, 
And have received their starry crown. 
There leaning on their Saviour's breast ; — 
If this be heaven, then heaven is rest. 

Say ! what is heaven ? something so near, 
That listening we can almost hear 
The chanting of the angel throng, 
Who praise with everlasting song 
Their dear Redeemer and their God, 
Whose name forever more adored, 
Around His throne their songs they raise ; — 
If this be heaven, then heaven is praise. 

Say ! what is heaven ? can we tell more. 
Until we reach the other shore ? 
Where dear ones wait upon the strand, 
To welcome us with loving hand. 
Where Jesus stands with brightest face, 
And shows us our appointed place. 
There reunited round His throne ; — 
Yes, this is heaven, for heaven is home. 

— Selected. 



Return unto thy rest, O my soul, for the Lord hath 

dealt bountifully with thee. 

— Ps. 116 : 7. 



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Worth While 

'T IS easy enough to be pleasant 

When Ufe flows along like a song ; 
But the man worth while is the one who will smile 

When everything goes dead wrong ; 
For the test of the heart is trouble, 

And it always comes with the years, 
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth 

Is the smile that comes through tears. 

It is enough to be prudent 

When nothing tempts you to stray ; 
When without or within no voice of sin 

Is luring your soul away ; 
But it 's only a negative virtue 

Until it is tried by fire, 
And the life that is worth the honor of earth 

Is the one that resists desire. 

By the cynic, the sad, the fallen, 

Who had no strength for the strife, 
The world's highway is cumbered to-day ; 

They make up the item of life. 
But the virtue that conquers passion. 

And the sorrow that hides in a smile — 
It is these that are worth the homage of earth, 

For we find them but once in a while. 

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 



Thou will keep him in perfect peace whose mind is 
stayed on Thee : because he trusteth in Thee. 

— Isa. 26 : 3. 
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Dominion 

(SELECTIONS) 

Consider it 
(This outward world we tread on) as a harp, — 
A gracious instrument on whose fair strings 
We learn those airs we shall be set to play 
When mortal hours are ended. Let the wings, 
Man, of thy spirit move on it as wind, 
And draw forth melody. Why shouldst thou yet 
Lie grovelling ? More is now than e'er was lost ; 
Inherit. Let thy day be to thy night 
A teller of good tidings. Let thy praise 
Go up as birds that, when they wake, 
Shake off the dew and soar. 

So take joy home, 
And make a place in thy great heart for her, 
And give her time to grow, and cherish her ; 
Then will she come, and oft will sing to thee. 
When thou art working in the furrows ; aye. 
Or in the social hour of dawn. 
It is a comely fashion to be glad, — 
Joy is the grace we say to God. 

Art tired ? 
There is rest remaining. Hast thou sinned ? 
There is a sacrifice. Lift up thy head, 
The lovely world, and the over- world alike, 
Ring with a song eterne, a happy rede, 
" Thy Father Loves Thee." 

— Jean Ingelow. 



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DiscouRAGKD in the work of life, 

Disheartened by its load ; 
Shamed by its failures or its fears, 

I sink beside the road ; — 
But only let me think of Thee, 
And then new heart springs up in me. 

— S. Longfellow, 



Beloved, let us love one another : for the love is of 

God ; and every one that loveth is born of God and 

knoweth God. 

— 1 John 4 : 7. 



Angels 

We look not for the angels o'er the river, 
Circling in changeless brightness round the Throne. 

Think not our Father, of all blessings Giver, 

On earth withholds their presence from His own ! 

Each kind word in an hour of sorrow spoken, 
Each hand outstretched to lift from human woe. 

Each tender, pitying thought for the heart-broken, 
Each smile that cheers our brothers as they go, 

Becomes an angel, hovering in protection, 

A proof of ever-present Love divine, 
Guiding men always upward to perfection, 

With heavenly light and glory e'er to shine. 

— George I. Woolley. 

If ye love me, keep my commandments. 

— John 14:15. 
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Whatever is, is Best 

I KNOW as my life grows older 

And mine eyes have clearer sight, 
That under each rank wrong, somewhere, 

There lies the root of Right ; 
That each sorrow has its purpose. 

By the sorrowing oft unguessed, 
But as sure as the sun brings morning, 

Whatever is, is best. 

I know that each sinful action, 

As sure as the night brings shade. 
Is somewhere, some time punished, 

Though the hour be long delayed. 
I know that the soul is aided 

Sometimes by the heart's unrest ; 
And to grow means often to suffer; 

But whatever is, is best. 

I know there are no errors 

In the great eternal plan. 
And all things work together 

For the final good of man. 
And I know, when my soul speeds onward. 

In its grand eternal quest, 
I shall say, as I look back earthward : 

Whatever is, is best. 

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 



The Lord is in His holy temple ; let all the earth 

keep silence before Him. 

— Hab. 2:20. 

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But still with honest purpose toil we on ; 

And if our steps be upright, straight and true, 
Far in the east a golden light shall dawn, 

And the bright smile of God come bursting 

through. 

— Will Carleton. 



The Secret 

Do YOU know what moves the tides, 
As they swing from low to high ? 

'T is the love, love, love 
Of the moon within the sky. 

O, they follow where she guides, 

Do the faithful-hearted tides ! 

Do you know what woos the earth 
Out of winter back to spring? 

'T is the love, love, love 

Of the sun, that mighty king. 

O, the rapture that has birth 

In the kiss of sun and earth ! 

Do you know w^hat makes sweet songs 
Ring for me through all earth's strife ? 

'T is the love, love, love 

That you bring into my life. 

O, the glory of the songs 

In the heart where love belongs ! 

— Smart Set. 



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In June 

By the rock-strewn shores of ocean, 

In the pine-woods, dark and cool, 
By the side of fragrant highways. 

And in many a Umpid pool, 
Smiles the tender face of Nature, 

Mother of created things, 
Loving every flower and streamlet, 

Everything on downy wings. 

Sweet she is, in pattering raindrops, 

Sweet in sunshine in the breeze ; 
At her call they waken gaily, 

Bea^^ts and buxls and " busy bees," 
Over meadows, white with daisies, 

Over Ocean's restless wave, 
She is seen in all the glory 

That the great Creator gave. 

As in many a bygone summer, 

So in summer come again. 
Through the ages He has blessed her, 

In her joy and in her pain. 
And again all things are raising 

Voices in His wondrous praise, 
"As it was and ever has been, 

Still shall be, through endless days. 

— Adelaide Yates Miccham. 



Follow not that which is evil, but that which is good. 

— 3 John 11. 
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That Sweet Story 

I THINK when I read that sweet story of old, 

When Jesus was here among men, 
How He call'd little children as lambs to His fold, 

I should like to have been with them then. 

I wish that His hands had been placed on my head. 
That His arm had been thrown around me, 

And that I might have seen His kind look when He said, 
Let the little ones come unto Me. 

Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go, 

And ask for a share in His love ; 
And if I thus earnestly seek Him below, 

I shall see Him and hear Him above. 

In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare 

For all who are washed and forgiven ; 
And many dear children shall be with Him there. 

For of such is the kingdom of heaven. 

But thousands and thousands who wander and fall 

Never heard of that heavenly home ; 
I wish they could know there is room for them all. 

And that Jesus had bid them to come. 

— Jemima Luke. 



Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God 
as a little child, he shall not enter therein. 

— Mark 10 : 15. 
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Walking With God 

To WALK with God, fellowship divine ! 
Man's highest state on earth : Lord, be it mine! 
With Thee may I a close communion hold, 
To Thee the deep recesses of my heart unfold : 
Yes, tell Thee all, each weary care and grief 
Into Thy bosom pour, till there I find relief. 

O let me walk with Thee, Thou Mighty One ! 
Lean on Thine arm, and trust Thy love alone ; 
With Thee hold converse sweet where'er I go; 
Thy smile of love my highest bliss below ! 
AVith Thee transact life's business — doing all 
With single aim for Thee — as Thou dost call ; 

My every comfort at Thy hand receive, 
My every talent to Thy glory give ; 
Thy counsel seek in every trying hour. 
In all my weakness trust Thy mighty power. 
may this high companionship be mine. 
And all my life by its reflection shine ! 

My great, my wise, my never-failing Friend, 
Whose love no change can know, no turn, no end ! 
My Saviour God ! who gav'st Thy life for me, 
Let nothing come between my heart and Thee ! 

— C. H. I. 



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Calmly resting in the knowledge 

That whatever is, is best, 
We would day by day press forward 

To the heaven-world of rest : 
Feeling sure whate'er arise 
That our Father's love is wise. 

— Charlotte Murray. 



" Enoch walked with God." 

— Gen. 5:24. 



When we can not see the way 

Let us trust and still obey ; 
He who bids us forward go, 
Can not fail the way to show. 
Though the sea be deep and wide, 
Though a passage seem denied ; 
Fearless let us still proceed. 
Since the Lord vouchsafes to lead. 



Resting Places 



Sit down beneath His shadow, 

And rest with great delight, 
The faith that now beholds Him 

Is pledge of future sight. 
Our Master's love remember. 

Exceeding great and free ; 
Lift up thy heart in gladness. 

For He remembers thee. 
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O tender One, O mighty One ! 

Who never sent away 
The sinner or the suflferer, 

Thou art the same to-day ! 
The same in love, 

The same in power, 
And Thou art waiting still 

To heal the multitudes that come ; 
Yea, whosoever will. 

Resting on the faithfulness 

Of Christ our Lord, 
Resting on the fulness 

Of His own sure word, 
Resting on His power. 

On His love untold, 
Resting on His covenant 

Secured of old. 

In Thee I trust, on Thee I rest, 
O Saviour dear, Redeemer blest ! 

No earthly friend, no brother knows, 

My weariness, my wants, my woes, 
On Thee I call. Who knowest all, 

Saviour dear, Redeemer blest ! 

In Thee I trust, on Thee I rest. 



Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile. 

— Mark 6 : 31. 



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Simplicity 



The simplest flowers are fairest ; 

The simplest skies are bluest ; 
The simplest lays sing the sweetest 
praise ; 

The simplest hearts are truest. 



The Lord God is a Sun and Shield. 

— Ps. 84 : 11. 



" Lovest Thou Me ! " 

SiMox, the penitent, stood near the Lord, 
His gracious Master, who, remembering not 
The sore denial by his frail lips given. 
Looked on him tenderly, and questioning said, 
" Lovest thou Me? " not only once, but thrice — 
Till grieved at heart the weak disciple found 
Voice for his sorrow in " Thou knowest. Lord ! 
Knowing all things, Thou surely dost know this." 
Then Jesus only answered, " Feed My sheep." 

Words of the risen Christ ! a last command ! 
Through the long ages, shining from " The Book," 
They meet our seeking eyes ! A cold, wide world. 
Dark mountains, and so many sheep astray ! 
And eighteen hundred years since back to heaven 
The Great Good Shepherd went ! Child of the cross ! 
Has thou e'er followed one, as fast it sped 
Far from the fold, in wild and lonelv wavs? 



Hast thou called softly at the eventide, 

" See here ! — tlie gate is open — enter in, 

Here thou nnay'st find the fragrant food and sweet ; 

This is the resting place for weary lambs, 

And all the pastures are so green and fair! " 

If thou hast never called, go forth to-daj^ 

Feed some " lost sheep " before the stars arise. 

'T is not enough that thou art in the fold — 

The Shepherd measures thy soul's love for Him 

By care for those He gave His life to win ! 

— Elizabeth Fenner Baker. 



He loveth righteousness and judgment : the earth 

is full of the goodness of the Lord. 

— Ps. 33 : 5. 



" Faint not nor fear, 
His arms are near. 
He changeth not, and thou art dear : 
Rely on Him, and thou shalt see 
That Christ is all in all to thee." 



The Changed Cross 

Ah no ! henceforth my own desire shall be 
That He who know^s me best shall choose for me 
And so, whate'er His love sees good to send, 
I '11 trust it 's best, because He knows the end. 

— Selected. 
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The Voice from Galilee 

I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, 

" Come unto Me and rest ; 
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down 

Thy head upon my breast " : 
I came to Jesus as I was. 

Weary, and worn, and sad ; 
I found in Him a resting place, 

And He has made me glad. 

I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

" Behold I freely give 
The living water, thirsty one, 

Stoop down, and drink, and live": 
I came to Jesus, and I drank 

Of that life-giving stream ; 
My thirst w^as quenched, my soul revived, 

And now I live in Him. 

I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

" I am this dark world's Light ; 
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, 

And all thy day be bright " : 
I looked to Jesus, and I found 

In Him my Star, my Sun ; 
And in that Light of Life I '11 walk 

Till traveling days are done. 

— H. Bonar. 



The Lord thy God hath blessed thee. 

— Deut. 16:10. 



He Leads Us 

" He leads us on by paths we did not know, 
Upward He leads us, though our steps are slow. 
Though oft we faint and falter by the way, 
Though storms and darkness oft obscure the day. 

" He leads on through all the trying years, 
Past all our dreamland hopes and doubts and fears ; 
He guides our steps through all the tangled maze, 
In paths of peace and wisdom's pleasant ways. 

" And He at last, after the weary strife, 
Will lead us home to everlasting life ; 
No parting there, or pain on that bright shore. 
We '11 meet, dear friends, and sing for evermore." 

— Selected. 



Be Careful 

In speaking of a person's faults, 

Pray don't forget your own ; 
Remember, those in homes of glass 

Should never throw a stone. 
If we have nothing else to do 

But talk of those who sin, 
'T is better we commence at home, 

And from that point begin. 



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"We have no right to juJge a man 

Until he 's fairly tried ; 
Should we not like his company, 

We know the world is wide. 
Some may have faults, and who have not? 

The old as well as young ; 
Perhaps we may, for all we know, 

Have fifty to their one. 

I '11 tell you of a better plan, 

And find it works full well ; 
To try our own defects to cure. 

Before of others tell. 
And though I sometimes hope to be 

Not worse than some I know, 
My own shortcomings bid me let 

The faults of others go. 

Then let us all when we commence 

To slander friend or foe, 
Think of the harm one word may be 

To those who little know. 
Remember, curses frequently, 

Like chickens, roost at home ; 
Don't speak of others' faults until 

You 've tried to see your own. 

— Selected. 

0, HAPPY those who trust the Lord, 

Whose faith upon its Saviour leans, 
His Rod and Staff" shall help afford, 

And guide them through life's changeful scenes. 



My peace I give unto you. 

— John 14 : 27. 



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To-Day 

Dear heart, yours is to-day, 

Fill it with work ; 
Dream not the hours away, 

Nor duty shirk. 

Sad heart, why do you mourn 

For yesterday ? 
Others their griefs have borne 

Just for a day. 

Glad heart, rejoice with me, 

" Now " is the time ; 
To-day is but Eternity, 

Oh, bliss sublime ! 

Love waits for thee, my heart, 

Open thy door ; 
Let not the day depart 

Without loving more. 

— Mary I. Keith. 



May light to guide us every hour 
From thee, eternal Sun, descend ; 

And strength from thee, almighty power. 
Be with us now and to the end ! 

— Samuel Longfellow. 



Serve Him with a perfect heart, and with a willing 

mind. 

— 1 Chron,28:9. 

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My Prayer 

If there be some weaker one, 
Give me strength to help him on ; 
If a bhnder soul there be, 
Let me guide Him nearer Thee. 
Make my mortal dreams come true 
With the work I fain would do ; 
Clothe with life the weak intent, 
Let me be the thing I meant ; 
Let me find in Thy employ 
Peace that dearer is than joy ; 
Out of self to love be led, 
And to heaven acclimated, 
Until all things sweet and good 
Seem my nature's habitude. 

— John G. Whittier. 



Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for Him. 

— Ps. 37 : 7. 



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Oh, Be Not the First ! 

Oh ! be not the first to discover 
A blot on the fame of a friend — 

A flaw in the faith of a lover, 
AVhose heart may prove true in the end. 

AVe none of us know one another, 

And oft into error may fall ; 
Then let us speak well of our brother, 

Or speak not about him at all. 

A smile or a sigh may awaken 
Suspicion most false and undue. 

And thus our belief may be shaken, 
In hearts that are honest and true. 

How often the bright smile of gladness 
Is worn by the friend that we meet, 

To cover a soul full of sadness, 
Too proud to acknowledge defeat? 

How often the sigh of dejection 

Is heaved from the hypocrite's breast. 

To parody truth and affection. 
Or lull a suspicion to rest ? 

How often the friends we hold dearest, 
Their noblest emotion conceal. 

And bosoms the purest, sincerest, 
Have secrets they can not reveal ? 



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Leave base minds to harbor suspicion, 
And small ones to trace our defects, 

Let ours be a nobler ambition. 
For low is the mind that suspects. 

We none of us know one another, 

And oft into error may fall ; 
Then let us speak well of our brother, 

Or speak not about him at all. 

— New Orleans Picayune. 



Be ye merciful, as your Father also is merciful. 

— Luke 6 : 36. 



Rejoice in the Lord, He is tenderly leading, 

Each step that His wisdom requires thee to take ; 

And He will supply all the strength thou art needing. 
He loveth forever and will not forsake. 



L.ofC. 



Take Heart 

Though fearful storms have swept in wrath 

About thy toilsome, rugged path, 

And thou hast ofttimes been cast down, 

And sore dismayed by Fortune's frown, 

Faint not, but bravely bear thy part, 

fellow man ; once more take heart. 

The storm is followed by the calm, 
And winter gales by airs of balm. 
Dark night gives place to sun-bright days ; 
Let Hope still cheer thee on thy way, 
Beyond the cloud still shines the sun ; 
Press on until thy work is done. 

Perchance thou many times hast failed, 
Some weakness over thee prevailed, 
And thou hast faltered in the strife 
And sadly rued thy blighted life ; 
Though great thy grief and keen thy pain, 
O weary one, take heart again. 

Dwell not upon thy mournful past, 
Arise, and for the right stand fast ; 
Be strong and brave, fold not thy hands, 
For thee still flow life's golden sands ; 
To better things sweet voices call 
And God in love rules over all. 

— John Allen Guilford. 



Set your affection on things above, not on things 

on the earth. 

— Col. 3 : 2. 

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Ora et Labora 

No ANSWER comes to those who pray 

And idly stand 
And wait for stones to roll away 

At God's command ; 
He will not break the binding cords 

Upon us laid 
If we depend on pleading words 

And do not aid. 

When hands are idle, words are vain 

To move the stone ; 
An aiding angel would disdain 

To work alone ; 
But he who prayeth, and is strong 

In faith and need, 
And toileth earnestly, ere long 

He will succeed. 



Dawn 

Peace, be still ! the dawn is breaking ! 

Gently shines the morning sun, 
Stillness broods in benediction ; 

Waiting heart — the night is done ! 

Peace, be still ! behold the vision 
Now appearing in the skies ! 

Still it Cometh — nearer, clearer. 
Soothing, healing, all the wise ! 



Peace, be still ! list to the voices, 
Ringing, ringing everywhere — 

Voices of the Spirit singing 
Song of Nature's realm so fair ! 

Peace, be still ! O gentle watcher, 
Error's storm is lost in Light ; 

See the earth and heavens blending — 
Glorified — O wondrous sight ! 

Peace, be still ! O hear the story, 
Hark ! the Spirit claims its own ! 

Saviour, Saviour, lead Love's children 
Higher, higher, to Thy throne ! 

— I. L. 



Calmly we look behind us ; on joys and sorrows past, 
We know that all is mercy now, and shall be well 
at last ; 

Calmly we look before us — we fear no future ill, 
Enough for safety and for peace, if Thou art with us still. 



And they sung as it were a new song before the 

throne. 

— Revelation 14 : 3. 



Child's Prayer 

Now I lay me down to sleep, 
I know that God His child will keep ; 
I know that God my life is nigh — 
In Him I live and can not die. 

God is my health, I can't be sick ; 
God is my strength unfailing, quick ; 
God is my all, why should I fear, 
AVhen Life and Truth and Love is here. 



Thine, Lord, is the greatness, and the power, and 
the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all 
that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine ; thine 
is the kingdom, Lord, and thou art exalted as head 
above all. 

Both riches and honor come of thee, and thou 
reignest over all ; and in thine hand is power and 
might ; and in thine hand it is to make great, and to 
give strength unto all. 

Now therefore, our God, we thank thee, and praise 
thv glorious name. 

— 1 Chron. 29:11, 12,13. 



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The Poppy-Land Limited Express 

The first train leaves at six p. m., 

For the land where the poppy blows ; 

The mother dear is the engineer, 
And the passenger laughs and crows. 

The palace car is the mother's arms, 
The whistle a low, sweet strain ; 

The passenger winks and nods and blinks, 
And goes to sleep on the train. 

At eight p. M. the next train starts 

For the poppy -land afar ; 
The summons clear falls on the ear — 

" All aboard for the sleeping-car ! " 

But what is the fare to poppy-land ? 

I hope it is not too dear. 
The fare is this — a hug and a kiss. 

And it 's paid to the engineer ! 

So I ask of Him who the children took 
On His knee in kindness great. 

Take charge, I pray, of the trains each day 
That leave at six and eight. 

" Keep watch of the passengers," thus I pray, 
" For they are very dear ; 
And special ward, O gracious Lord, 
O'er the gentle engineer ! " 

— Edgar Wade Abbot. 



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Stilled now be every anxious care ; 
See God's great goodness everywhere; 
Leave all to Him in perfect rest ; 
He will do all things for the best. 

To BE spiritually minded is life and peace. 

— Romans 8 : 6 

Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers, 
Whose loves in higher love endure : 
What souls possess themselves so pure, 

Or is there blessedness like theirs. 

— A. Tennyson. 



God's Kin 

There is no summit you may not attain, 
No purpose which you may not yet achieve. 
If you will wait serenely, and believe 

Each seeming loss is but a step to'rd gain. 

Between the mountain-tops lie vale and plain ; 
Let nothing make you question, doubt, or grieve 
Give only good, and good alone receive ; 

And as you welcome joy, so welcome pain. 

That which you most desire aw^aits your word ; 

Throw wide the door and bid it enter in. 
Speak, and the strong vibrations shall be stirred ; 
Speak, and above earth's loud, unmeaning din 
Your silent declarations shall be heard. 
All things are possible to God's own kin. 

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 
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Hope 

Does the path seem dark and dreary, 

Limitless the reign of night ? 
Let the brightness of His presence 

Shine upon thee — God is hght. 

Does the battle seem unending, 
Truth seem vanquished in the fight? 

Gird your heavenly armor on you. 
Heaven is near, and God is might. 

Art thou tried, sorely tempted, 

Losing hopes that once were bright? 

Still that the One unchanging 
God, the all, th' eternal right. 

— Theresa V. Hardy. 



0, EMPTY US of self, the world, and sin, 

And then in all Thy fullness enter in ; 

Take full possession, Lord, and let each thought 

Into obedience unto Thee be brought ; 

Thine is the power, and Thine the will, that we 

Be wholly sanctified, Lord, to Thee. 

— C. E. J. 



But seek ye first the kingdom of God and His right- 
eousness, and all these things shall be added unto you. 

— Matt. 6 : 33. 

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Auld Lang Syne 

It singeth low in every heart, 

We hear it each and all, — 
A song of those who answer not, 

However we may call ; 
They throng the silence of the breast, 

We see them as of yore, — 
The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet. 

Who walk with us no more. 

'T is hard to take the burden up, 

When these have laid it down ; 
They brightened all the joys of life, 

They softened every frown ; 
But oh, 't is good to think of them, 

AVhen we are troubled sore ; 
Thanks be to God that such have been. 

Though they are here no more ! 

More homelike seems the vast unknown. 

Since they have entered there ; 
To follow them were not so hard 

Wherever they may fare ; 
They can not be where God is not. 

On any sea or shore ; 
Whate'er betides, Thy love abides, 

Our God, for evermore. 

— John W. Chad wick. 



Eternal Gain 

Do WE not learn more freely to forgive 
All those who do us wrong in thought or deed 
By seeing wherein we have blindly erred 
In some past day ? 

Do we not grow more pitiful, more kind, 
Toward those who seem to stand in greater need 
Of outstretched hand and helpful, cheering word 
On life's rough way ? 

And hath He not planned wisely for our gain 
Who thus allows our own mistakes to lead 
Our hearts to broader charity, when stirred 
By conscience away. 

— A. L. Tibbetts. 



Love worketh no ill to his neighbor : therefore love 
is the fulfilling of the law. 

— Rom. 13:10. 



Charity 

Charity suffereth long, and is kind ; 

Love envieth not ; 

Charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, 

Doth not behave itself unseemly, 

Seeketh not her own, 

Is not easily provoked, 

Thinketh no evil ; 

Rejoiceth not in iniquity; but rejoiceth in the truth ; 

Bearethall things, belie veth all things, hopeth all things, 

Endureth all things. 

— Cor. 13 : 4-8. 



O LORD how happy should we be 
If we could cast our care on Thee, 

If we from self could rest ; 
And feel at heart that One above. 
In perfect wisdom, perfect love, 

Is working for the best. 

— J. Anstice. 



His tender mercies are over all His works. 

— Ps. 114:9. 



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